Tales from the crazy house

"Freedom is the oxygen of the soul"
-Moshe Dayan

Gill/Gillian
(think gills on a fish)
reppin' 1992
I love and live in Denver
formally Detroit & Chicago

e-mail: gmekreft@gmail.com

This morning started off as normal as any morning, I rode the twenty down the hill to the transfer station to catch the sixteen. The only thing different today was that Daniel was with me. On the sixteen (and generally all buses) there are these raised seats in the front that are meant for the disabled or elderly. I usually try and sit in the front of bus just because I’ve had a lot of creepy encounters on the bus and tend to feel safer the closer to the driver I am (hey, being a girl and riding public transportation alone isn’t the easiest thing). Anyways, there were two open seats at the front so Daniel and I sat down leaving three raised seats left for whomever chose to sit there. So there is this blind woman who boards the bus and she stands there speaking to the bus driver for five minutes, she then turned around and asked if there were any raised seats available so I directed her to the seats that were open. There was a black woman sitting in next to me with her daughter who was no older than two and she starts yelling at Daniel and I. “fat ass mother fuckers and these gay mother fuckers won’t move for a blind woman” “you stupid mother fuckers would move for a bitch baby momma and her five babies but you won’t move for a blind woman” “you racist AND ignorant” (the blind woman was black…but so is Daniel) “This world is pitiful, you lazy ass mother fuckers” Then this older man starts speaking to her telling her she shouldn’t speak like that in front of her daughter, he also pointed a finger at her. She then proceeded to set her daughter down and say “point your fucking finger in my face again you stupid ass mother fucker and I’ll beat the shit out of you” then an older man comes from the back and sits next to the black woman and they both start yelling at Daniel and I, also at the bus driver for not yelling at Daniel and I. Meanwhile the blind woman just sits there and doesn’t appear to be upset at all. So we finally get to my stop and I get off and the screaming woman also gets off, she starts yelling at me on the corner telling everyone around me that I wouldn’t move for a blind woman. I catch the train and I thought I was all done but nope, the woman ends up at my final bus stop (now with her man) and she begins yelling at me AGAIN, she’s now telling everyone whom I ride the bus with every morning about what happened on the sixteen. Finally she gets off the bus and I’m down with her. Mostly what I’m upset about is that if I was taking up the only seat available I would understand why she would be screaming at me but I wasn’t, there were three other seats available that I kindly directed the woman to. I’m always the first to move for someone with a stroller, someone with children, the elderly or something with a disability but I didn’t this time because I didn’t feel as though I was in the wrong, I mean there were three other seats available and no one else on the bus seemed to be upset. Am I in the wrong here? Am I just a bitch for not moving?  or is the woman a crazy bitch? I’m confused about this whole situation.

——EDIT——

Daniel stayed on the bus after the crazy woman and I got off the bus and he just said the blind woman was like “what was all the fuss about?” OH he also reminded me that the crazy bitch was like “this is a devil’s world, you both can have it”

1 month ago